Vito passed through the corridor, carrying something in his hand, walked through the hall of the giant rock, and came to the dark door. The Dark Angel guard guarding here saw him coming.

They talked for a while, and then at Vito's order, they opened the door behind them, the dungeon door.

After the trial, Luther was brought here to the cell, waiting for his execution the next day.

There is a prison underground under Caliban, which was once the prison of the Knights, where illegals, unruly people, murderers, and traitors were imprisoned.

As luck would have it, Luther falls into all of the above categories.

In the past, he has been imprisoned here for ten thousand years.

This place is very special, time seems to not pass, there are no stars, no sun and moon, only the cold loneliness deep underground, day after day, year after year.

For most of his life, Luther was here. He thought here. This was the only thing he could do. He figured out a lot of things.

Luther was sitting on the bed in the prison, surrounded by dim walls and closed corridors separated by iron windows. The flickering firelight made the place dark but damp, but this environment was already familiar to Luther.

He closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep. The sound of wings flapping sounded in his ears. Luther opened his eyes and someone was coming.

He was locked up here alone, waiting for dawn. He heard the sound of the door opening, and someone came over. His footsteps echoed in the corridor. With his footsteps, some kind of iron pieces made noise on his boots from time to time.

, and soon he appeared outside the bars.

Vito stood there, taking off the gorgeous robe, but still wearing the marshal's clothes. He looked at Luther here.

"Luthor."

"Marshal." Luther said with a smile.

"He didn't come."

"I know he won't come." Luther still smiled and looked very calm, "That kid has been like this since he was a child. He hasn't changed at all. It's great."

"Do you hate him?" Vito asked standing outside, Luther shook his head.

"How could it be? I found the child and took him back. I taught him everything, and he was just doing what I taught him."

"He studies well and always does, which makes me proud."

Luther said calmly, Vito looked at him in silence for a moment, while Luther smiled, leaned against the cold wall behind the bed, and recalled many things.

He remembered that day, the day he found Ryan, the tree hole, the killed beast, and the moment he pulled him out, as well as Lawn's previous appearance, the dirty one who only knew how to roar.

Look.

And the days in the castle, when he taught him, taught him how to speak, how to use a sword, and everything else, those days seemed like an eternity, but they seemed like a lifetime ago.

"At first, I hated the Emperor. I felt that he took away Ryan, and I found the child." Luther said, "But now, I don't hate him anymore. I know that he didn't change anything about Ryan."

Luther sat in the cell in silence for a while, while Vito looked at him from outside without saying a word. It was not until a while later that Luther finally spoke, "What are you doing here? I thought it would be tomorrow."

"I'm curious." Vito replied in a low voice.

"What are you curious about?"

"Do you regret it?"

After Vito said this, Luther fell silent. He sat in the shadow of the firelight and did not speak for a long time.

"What do you regret? Find that child, teach him everything, regret, why did I take him back?" Luther said calmly, "Or regret, become a knight, swear an oath, and pay the due price for it. ?”

"You know what I mean."

There was silence for a while, and there was only the sound of the beating flames. They were the only two people in the whole underground, and they could hear each other's breathing.

White mist spit out bits and pieces from the darkness, followed by Luther's voice.

"Do you regret it? Let me think about it. I want to find and talk to the young man at that time, talk to him, and tell him not to do stupid things. He almost killed the child he regarded as his own and destroyed his own home."

"But he disappeared. The young man, the child in the field, the young man on horseback disappeared. I don't even know when he heard the news. Only an old thing was left."

Luther sat in prison, his voice was very soft, old but extremely calm, "He once swore to be the best knight, but he failed, but I think he is not a bad person."

"I will not repent for the betrayal itself. The Emperor is not the savior." Luther said without hesitation after a moment, "I will not go to his heaven, nor to ours, but I will not repent."

"Do you want to refute me?" Luther asked.

Vito was silent for a while, "No."

Luther turned his head, looked at Vito in the shadow, and looked at him for a long time, "I want to thank you, Marshal."

"Why?"

"You set me free," he said. "After that, after all this time, finally, I was free."

Suddenly, for a moment, Vito felt that he could understand him. He looked at those old eyes, the flashing thoughts, memories and traces of time itself.

"Do you still love him? Ryan."

"forever."

"Even if he wants you to die."

Vito stood speechless for a while, then raised his head, "Do you have any last wishes?"

Luther smiled again, and stood up, "It's nothing, but if I have a wish, I hope it's you who will do it to all of us."

"I am honored to die in your hands, Marshal, sword bearer." Luther smiled. It was not the smile of a dying man. Vito looked at him in silence for a moment, and then took out a bottle of wine from his arms.

It was a bottle of wine with the date and place of origin stamped on the surface. Luther looked at it and said, "Caliban's red wine? You still keep it?"

"Many years ago, Ruth and I left it when we ransacked Lane's Wine Cellar. I haven't drank it. Today seems to be the time."

"A farewell drink?" Luther asked with a smile.

"No, we haven't met yet. I'm not familiar with you, so I thought, maybe tonight." Vito said, opening the mouth of the bottle and taking a sip himself, then stretched out the iron cage and handed it to Luther. .

The latter took over, "Meet a dead person? Isn't it too late?"

"It's never too late."

In this way, the two people sat by the iron window, drinking from the bottle of wine alternately. When they finished drinking, Vito would bring another bottle, including Caliban's red wine and Fenris's secret wine. They talked about different wines. of good or bad.

They talked about stories and told each other's experiences, and in the end they became friends.

When the night ended, Vito opened the iron cage with his own hands, took Luther out of the dungeon, and headed to the end of ten thousand years.

Sending this new and old friend off for the final journey.
Chapter completed!